and as it gets dark in this house of hallways and no corridor leads to the stairs with still wet black paint on all the windows we got no clocks cause time don’t care here

so tell me your name young n*ble stranger and tell me just what we’re doing here have you painted walls with all the answers have you hidden doors with all our fears

cause the soul’s rock hard but the heart’s trapped underneath and the weight of it all gets enough just to crush the best out of you and me but i swear that there’s someone who cares here enough to set us free and if the world don’t turn just enough to bring her honest then i guess we’re better off forgotten

the walls stay too thin in this house of hallways they let through the echoes and the stares and they’ll bleed bright red with scribbled riddles scratched out of their panels by angered air cause god knows i’ve made all my own choices and if i drown alone it’s cause i choose to spend my time drinking in the stairwells when we’ve both got way too much to prove what he said is